Full transcript of psychiatrist Dixon Chibanda’s talk: Why I Train Grandmothers to Treat Depression @TED conference.
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Dixon Chibanda – Psychiatrist
On a warm August morning in Harare, Farai, a 24-year-old mother of two, walks towards a park bench. She looks miserable and dejected.
Now, on the park bench sits an 82-year-old woman, better known to the community as Grandmother Jack. Farai hands Grandmother Jack an envelope from the clinic nurse. Grandmother Jack invites Farai to sit down as she opens the envelope and reads.
There’s silence for three minutes or so as she reads. And after a long pause, Grandmother Jack takes a deep breath, looks at Farai and says, “I’m here for you. Would you like to share your story with me?”
Farai begins, her eyes swelling with tears. She says, “Grandmother Jack, I’m HIV-positive. I’ve been living with HIV for the past four years. My husband left me a year ago. I have two kids under the age of five. I’m unemployed. I can hardly take care of my children.”
Tears are now flowing down her face. And in response, Grandmother Jack moves closer, puts her hand on Farai, and says, “Farai, it’s OK to cry. You’ve been through a lot. Would you like to share more with me?”
And Farai continues. “In the last three weeks, I have had recurrent thoughts of killing myself, taking my two children with me. I can’t take it anymore. The clinic nurse sent me to see you.” There’s an exchange between the two, which lasts about 30 minutes.
And finally, Grandmother Jack says, “Farai, it seems to me that you have all the symptoms of kufungisisa.” The word “kufungisisa” opens up a floodgate of tears. So, kufungisisa is the local equivalent of depression in my country. It literally means “thinking too much.” The World Health Organization estimates that more than 300 million people globally, today, suffer from depression, or what in my country we call kufungisisa.
And the World Health Organization also tells us that every 40 seconds, someone somewhere in the world commits suicide because they are unhappy, largely due to depression or kufungisisa. And most of these deaths are occurring in low- and middle-income countries.
In fact, the World Health Organization goes as far as to say that when you look at the age group between 15 to 29, a leading cause of death now is actually suicide. But there are wider events that lead to depression and in some cases, suicide, such as abuse, conflict, violence, isolation, loneliness — the list is endless. But one thing that we do know is that depression can be treated and suicides averted.
But the problem is we just don’t have enough psychiatrists or psychologists in the world to do the job. In most low- and middle-income countries, for instance, the ratio of psychiatrists to the population is something like one for every one and a half million people, which literally means that 90% of the people needing mental health services will not get it.
In my country, there are 12 psychiatrists, and I’m one of them, for a population of approximately 14 million. Now, let me just put that into context.
One evening while I was at home, I get a call from the ER, or the emergency room, from a city which is some 200 kilometers away from where I live. And the ER doctor says, “One of your patients, someone you treated four months ago, has just taken an overdose, and they are in the ER department. Hemodynamically, they seem to be OK, but they will need neuropsychiatric evaluation.”
Now, I obviously can’t get into my car in the middle of the night and drive 200 kilometers. So as best as we could, over the phone with the ER doctor, we come up with an assessment. We ensure that suicidal observations are in place.
We ensure that we start reviewing the antidepressants that this patient has been taking, and we finally conclude that as soon as Erica — that was her name, 26-year-old — as soon as Erica is ready to be released from the ER, she should come directly to me with her mother, and I will evaluate and establish what can be done. And we assumed that that would take about a week. A week passes. Three weeks pass. No Erica.